The Best Grime

Not an oxymoron - just an necessary NYC descriptor. I took a subway ride out to Coney Island on Friday. (Thank you Penton for giving me summer Friday's and thank you MTA for the 6 transfers I had to make on the way there) Nothing strikes me as more New York City then a digusting beach, even more digusting looking amusement rides, the Flea By the Sea, and hot dogs. Nathan's to be exact.

I am no longer privy to the grimy feeling that NYC used to leave on my skin, but if I was Coney Island would take the cake. I loved every minute of it. I can't even begin to discuss the animitronic mannequin who threw up in a toilet while water spewed from her rear. Priceless. I hope, upon return from my hiatus, the city doesn't begin to leave a film on me again, such a tourist feeling. I enjoy being jaded.

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